Who I was
And groomed to be
Grown from seeds of generations
Expectations placed, yet seldom spoken.

Taught through ideologies of parables
And good deeds
Love and mercy
Raised me
Letting some go is tough
When most of my life I was learning
The Most High's grace is enough

Trying to remove beating and whippings
Slashing languages, heritages, lineages out of slaves
We were once human
Before broken to be inhumane
Iron of yoke around our neck
Until we were destroyed
And still
Chains keep us captivated
Though invisible to flesh eyes

Yes, I, am on a journey of unlearning
So I may be the vessel
Divinely created to be

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My Honey
His arms as tree branches wrapped around me
Safely tucking me in like I am the nest carrying his sacred eggs

Thankful that with each breath his chest gives a rhythm my heart reaches and beats for

Strong chin with coiled hair reminding me this man of mine is Yah's son

Soft lips rest
His lips rest
Delicately and intentionally on my forehead

My arms wrap him in return
Fingers graze his shoulders and back as I pray and give thanks for the presence of him

My Love
Terrence Brandon Williams

It is nights like this
When I am embraced by his grace
Everything silences except for the thump of his heart, his inhale and exhale

Wrapped in his arms is the safest place I have been and will ever be

Because out of all the places and choices in the world, he decides to choose me.

HalleluYah, Elohiym!

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Knowing I am not mentally ill
I am under demonic attack

Knowing my Yah is real
Scripture says Elohiym has my back

What keeps me going is my feet of peace
And helmet of salvation
The entire body of armor mentioned in Chapter 6 of Ephesians

What keeps me going is knowing that time is a blessing
Thank Yah for another day

Knowing my husband loves me and despite me he chooses to stay

Knowing our first born is our miracle child sent from heaven above
She is our promise as a rainbow and dove

What keeps me going is going
Going and going again
Because when I feel weak I know I am strong and so I straighten my spine and press on to live

HalleluYah!

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You tell lies
I seek truth

You say you're honest
I need the proof

Covering with masks
Covering our eyes
5G radiation
Brings symptoms you've disguised

You say you're reality
But ignore the creation of you
Fallen ones as your source
On this world you place a curse
Seekers of understanding you bring forth a hearse

Nothing is by accident
Checkers, Chess
You plan steps ahead

I know My Elohiym
We both know how this ends

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Recall that there is no key
Say hello as hey you responds
Opening pathways are already complete

When love knocks your door
Remember the welcoming sound of silence
When words do not speak
Eyes portray them

When love knocks your door
Apologize for it being closed
Remind there is no intrusion
And there is also no need to boast

When love knocks your door
Don't ask what took so long
Embrace from head to sole
Entwine spirit to soul
Know that though outside
It still wasn't "go"
But overjoyed to stand on the same ground once more

When love knocks your door

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A seed was sown
Water, sun, love and care
Brought forth growth

From an entity so small
Manifestation reveals mighty

Whether a forest
Or lone in a yard
The presence is a reflection of grace,
hope, a dream

From a seed comes a tree
A tree delivers more seeds
The Most High provides and never starves
For this is made clear in Genesis
Truth taken literal or figuratively

Be mindful of what you plant
Good or bad ye shall reap

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I'd do cartwheels down the street
And float on rivers
I'd know that regardless if I let go
Or if branches no longer held on
It's all a part of growth
I'd know
That season
The season where my reason for falling
Is just as good as
Love
I'd fly, float, glide
I'd travel with air
And her gust or abrubt stop
Would be my life and demise
I'd be the journey
Stay or leave
I'll always be leaf

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I don't have the answers.
But I ask questions
And try to be still as peace

I believe in faith.
That with time we are given another day to try to remain in accordance with
The Most High's will.

I know challenges come.
I've been homeless
Sneaking between teammates dorms, my car and a guy who did my tattoos.
Yes, I once was a fool.

And even now in my adulthood
With a beautiful family and the promise of life ahead of me
I still don't know much
But
I choose to honor prophesy.

What would you say if I told you
I don't know what, but I know who.
Yahweh's promises are true.

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Gets rejected.
Submits piece as peace
and questions if it is tainted due to acceptance not taken.

It is all good.

A writer is someone
Who gets energy from composing.
Nutrients that are permanent,
words are food.

For no one will I starve.

A writer.
A writer.
A writer doesn't always know what to say.
A writer doesn't always know what to feel.
A writer sometimes struggles between what used to be, what is seen mentally and what is actually.
A writer is who a writer is.
And what is on or absent from paper does not define this.

Just keep writing, right?
Write.

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Topic Tuesday?
Instead of world news
Let's make the topic of discussion
self
The "your" often put on the shelf
Collecting dust
While the upkeep is done for everyone else

Mr. Readus once told me, "Being selfish doesn't always have to have a negative connotation."

Take some understanding to focus on the reason so regardless of the season you are growing.

"Enjoy yourself," Love says.
To be in joy
of ones own self (company,
mind, feels, presence) 💜

This
You
We
I
Am the topic for the day.
And yes, it's okay.

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